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I Hate The Clock
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Can You Hear?Verse 1: Please make it clear to me Why we could ever be Out on our own, alone forever. We're scared of hearing That we are out of control. Our choices are not our own.Can You Hear?
Prechorus: Can you hear? Freedom's calling. Can you see the walls fall down? Do you want what he offers? Do you want to see the world reborn?
Chorus: So wake up people, stop this game You're playing, don't you hear his name? Just, light up world, lay down your shame. Listen up - can you hear?
Verse 2: Please someone tell me Why you would ever t
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I Hate The ClockI hate the clock. Pushing, pulling us down this winding road, Who impassively watched as we stumbled, We are broken, but his pace never slowed.I Hate The Clock
I hate the clock. Steadily marking the passage of time, Away from our petty fears and troubles, Until the day our funeral bells chime.
I hate the clock. With each second, he counts our great losses, Counting people who leave in one way, As names – faces – become roadside crosses.
I hate the clock. Following our journey with stone-cold eyes Over one mile, over miles unnumbered, His h
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